This is an idea by Ayushi95. She was thinking of what if instead of Alex just help Nikita escape, Michael knew about who the mole was and took revenge.
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Michael knew from the moment Alex left her chat on the Division computer that she was Nikita's mole. Part of him couldn't accept it. He felt it couldn't be true, that it had to be some kind of fluke.
What was he going to do if she was? He couldn't tell Percy. She would have her tortured and killed. But he couldn't do anything. Then he'll never get the black boxes destroyed and never get his revenge on Percy.
He shook the thought from his head. It was just a fluke, that's all he could tell himself to stay away from turning Alex in. She was practically his daughter.
Division Training Level
He waited as Alex was in the elevator, trying to keep everything about her Nikita s far from his mind as possible. But he couldn't. They were so much alike. Everyone called Alex the next Nikita because she was so good. Was that because Nikita trained her? Or will just betray him like Nikita?
The elevator door rang forcing him out of his thoughts and the task at hand.
"Seems like the target has a lot of security," Alex said as she walked out of the elevator.
Michael tried hard to ignore all the facts. "You don't have to worry about them. This is a surgical strike. No one at the party is going to know what happened till you're gone," he tried to calm her, "I will personally be on hand to provide support and make sure everything runs smoothly. We'll be able to redirect security by using our B team. And I'll be in constant communication with you, watching you at every moment."
"You make it sound like you're my guardian angel," Alex looked up at him.
Guardian angel, that's what Haley called him every time he laid next to her when she had a nightmare. He brought back his focus there was no time for that. "On this op that's exactly what I will be," he told her, "Now once you get the target alone. As discussed, you will go close range. This is your primary."
Michael took out a small syringe from his pocket, "2 cc hypodermic needle that will be filled with potassium chloride. You hit the skin and then the plunger, you're good jobs done. Try"
Part of him wanted to see if Nikita had taught her this. To prove she was the mole. She took the needle from his hand and faced the dummy. He watched closely, looking for any movement that mimicked Nikitas.
Alex went for it stabbing the training dummy in the neck. Michael was relieved. From what he saw Alex had no clue how to kill someone with a needle.
"That's good," he grabbed her hand and guided her, "But aim here, for the here. Paralyze the vocal chords with one blow," they stabbed the dummy, "Now he's dead. And he's quiet."
He held her hand showing her how to do it. Each time it felt like he was teaching Haley how to do something, but it was Alex. It felt no different though. He did see her as her own. "Hey Michael. I need to show you something," Birkoff called to him.
Michael looked at him and nodded. "Just keep working on it. You're getting it."
He let her go and allowed her to try it on her own as he left. He felt a little proud when he saw he practicing what he taught her.
He led her over to the training dummy
Zomun Estate Later the week
"Michael over here!" an agent called out.
Nikita had captured Alex and had her as a hostage in a shed. He rushed over there, he wasn't going to let Alex get hurt. Nikita was far too dangerous for her to take on. Even he barely had enough to beat her sometimes.
He ran as fast as he could. By the time he reached them the Division agents just kicked the door down. "Hold your fire," he demanded pushing them out of the way.
He froze shocked. Nikita was on the floor practically unconscious and Alex was fine. There wasn't a single scratch on her. He couldn't deny it to himself anymore. At that point he knew it was true. "Prepare for exvil," he told the agents.
He knew it more than ever of what was going on, the girl he practically saw as his own daughter was helping the women he fell in love with who was now trying to kill him. He felt more betrayed than ever.
The whole trip back to division he was getting his leg sewed up from a knife attack from Nikita. The pain of each time the needle went through his skin just added to the rage he had towards Nikita.,, and now Alex.
Division
Michael spent a half an hour just digging his nail's into his palm as his fists clenched tighter and tighter each time he thought about it. His daughter betrayed him. The women he loved betrayed him and stabbed him in the heart by taking another person he felt so close to. "Bring Alex here," he told an agent with a voice filled with anger.
The agent nodded and left to find her. Michael hated the fact he probably looked like a fool to them. His heart's love was replaced with furry.
"You wanted to see me?" Alex asked as she walked into medical.
"How did you beat Nikita?" he asked.
He could tell by Alex's hesitation he was right. "She heard you coming and went for the gun. I used the chance and knocked her out."
How could she go for the gun if that's what she got knocked out with? He had no doubts at that point. "We'll I'm proud of you," he smiled.
"Thank you." Alex said feeling as if the ghost was clear.
"I mean no one else could take Nikita, I mean even I couldn't," he tilted his head still glaring a little, "You know what you deserve a reward for this. A little congratulations."
"I really don't need," Alex tried to get out of it and hurry to rescue Nikita.
"Nonsense. You're the only one who managed to take her down," he stood up, "Follow me."
He could tell with each step they took, Alex was desperate to hurry and rescue her mentor. They kept walking until they arrived at double doors guarded with extra security. He gestured for her to go in.
She walked in and froze as she Nikita. She turned to Michael confused. She was scared for what was going to happen next.
Michael walked in with an evil grin on his face, " Since you caught her I feel that you should be the first one to torture her."
Nikita looked at Alex. She was scared, not for herself but for Alex. She knew Alex wouldn't be able to go through with this. If she didn't she would be killed by Percy.
Nikita glanced at Michael surprised by what he was doing. She thought he had changed. When she helped him kill Salim she thought she saw a little bit of the love they had. The way she loved him she couldn't believe it.
Alex looked at Nikita. She couldn't hurt her. She was practically her mother. How could she torture her when she gave her a new life? Even when Alex knocked Nikita out in the shed it took all her will. Now that she might have to kill Nikita, she couldn't do it.
Michael picked up a knife and played with the point. "I think this will be good to get you started."
He walked over to Alex and held out the handle to the knife at her, "Shall we begin."
Alex looked at Nikita for any ideas to get out of this. Nikita just looked at her with no clue on what to do. Alex looked back at the knife as Michael just nudged her to take it.
Without a plan to get out of it Alex slowly picked up the knife. Her hand was starting to shake and tears were building up but she had to hold it together. Nikita looked at her, telling her it was okay. But no matter how many times anyone told her it would be fine, she couldn't do it.
She began to walk over to Nikita. Each foot step felt like a mile. Michael stood on the side and watched. If he was going to tell Percy about Alex and Nikita he was going to take out his revenge first.
Alex looked back, hoping for a change in heart in Michael. "Go on," he told her nodding with a smile.
Alex brought the knife to Nikita's side. She looked up to see Nikita looking straight forward with a stale face. Nikita was preparing for the pain; she didn't want to give Michael the joy in watching her suffer. He could have Alex torture he for the rest of her life, but none of the damage or the pain would compare to the damage and pain he did to her heart.
Nikita looked Michael in the eyes and saw nothing but hate. Right before Alex pulled the knife tearing her skin Nikita let a tear fall. Nikita screamed as the knife dug deeper each second it slid across her.
Alex did it again and again, each time hurting herself in the process. Before she knew it she was crying uncontrollably. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't be the cause of so much pain. Alex dropped the knife and looked down trying to hide her tears.
"What's wrong?" Michael said sarcastically, "The little mole doesn't want to hurt the fellow trader?"
Alex looked at him shocked, face covered in sadness in what she did. Nikita following in the action.
"Yes I knew," Michael looked at Nikita.
"Why?" tears danced down Nikita's cheek. She thought she had the man she loved back.
"Why?" he laughed, "I should be asking you to that!"
"You know why I left. I wanted you to come with me! But you stayed with the man who killed your family!" Nikita let out her hurt feelings.
"Percy will get what is coming to him," Michael picked up the knife Alex dropped and brought it to Nikita's neck, "But you did this to me knowing what I already went through."
"No!" Alex jumped on Michael, grabbing his arm.
Michael just threw her off, cutting her leg and throwing her to the hard floor. Alex tried to get up but could only stumble as her leg blood out. "I loved you and this is what you did to me," he looked at Nikita his eyes red with a hurting heart.
Nikita said nothing. No words could explain the pain in the room. "I love you… and this is what you're doing to me," she told him blankly.
He looked her in the eyes prepared to do it. "Please Don't!" Alex cried out.
He gripped the knife's handle harder, wanting so bad to pierce her flesh and show her the pain she caused him, but he couldn't. The words she spoke echoed in his head over and over. He was no better than them.
He yelled out all his frustration as he threw the knife at the wall. It scared the two women. Neither had seen him like that.
His shout was followed by nothing but the sound of his deep breathing. "I'll let you live only because I'm better than you," he looked at Nikita pointing at her, "you'll never change from that street druggy."
He stormed out leaving the both to be tortured Amanda, but even she couldn't cause so much pain.
